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[personal profile] trickswithsticks
Leah could, if she wanted, call up any number of people and ask them to do her a favour by giving her a lift to the farm.

She chooses to take a cab because that's one step closer to independence, and she's weird like that.

Which is why, one afternoon, said cab pulls up alongside the farm and deposits a blonde woman in sunglasses and carrying a white cane, who tips generously before it heads off. She takes a few seconds to orient herself before heading up the path towards the farmhouse.

She's hoping to find a person in particular, but anyone who gets in her way will be spoken to.
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
Neil is sitting on the roof of the bunker, wearing a brown sweater with white stripes, eating a pear.

It's a nice day out: clear skies, no snow, chill but not too cold. That explains why he's not in the warm cosy kitchen.
[identity profile] eureka-bell.livejournal.com
In an encyclopeda, the axolotl is defined as a Mexican neotenic mole salamanders belonging to the Tiger Salamander complex. In practice, it is something like a cross between Kirby and a Wooper.

At twilight, one reddish-coloured specimen creeps a few centimetres onto the pond's bank. Its splayed-out gills quiver a little in the cool air, then stick together as the axolotl's mouth opens and it hoovers up a couple of hapless ants.




...Steve isn't sure how he's come to this point in his life, to be honest.
[identity profile] 95-tan.livejournal.com
Are you living on the farm? Are you passingly familiar to Windows 95?

THEN YOU ARE GETTING A SWEATER. NO, YOU DO NOT GET A SAY IN THIS. The pikachu and the crobat have somehow gotten wrangled into one each, and are trying to get used to this new thing a small distance away from the porch, where 95 is sitting and knitting, with a growing pile of knitted goods.

To redeem your sweater, please speak with any available representative. Which would be 95.
[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com
A meadow, with dry, brittle grass all around. A black-haired doll. A red-haired one. A brown-haired one. A stuffed cat. A stuffed wolf. Although they're just toys, they scream as their seams come loose, as their stuffing spills, as felt and cloth flies.

For something's tearing them up. Ripping them to pieces that flutter in the air like paper. Something with horrible dry rotting hands....


Bridgette wakes up with a scream, the smell of rot in her nose. Panting, she stares around. Marie looks at her curiously. 

Her room. Nothing more. It's just a nightmare. Nothing to get excited about. Everyone has bad dreams.

Still...it'd be nice to talk to someone. Just for a bit. And maybe have a midnight snack. Bridgette puts her jacket and boots on, leaves her room, and makes her way to the farmhouse. Marie follows.

There's gotta be someone in the kitchen, right?

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[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope
Steph is Hatching Plans. They're very hatchy.

She's also hatching them over the washing machine, because she's doing laundry. Mmm, the clean delicious chemicalgasm smell of laundry powder particles.

... ew.
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
Today, the big damn robot out back of the Cooper farm's bunker is being watched by a young man with an eyepatch, a cheerful demeanour, and a bowl of sliced pineapple.

He'd be happy to entertain company.
[identity profile] the-backfiring.livejournal.com
This white-sanded beach on the sticky coast of Florida is quiet, except for the hollars of birds, and the gentle rushing of the surf--

FLASH! BANG!

--and the suddenly-appearing man, who stumbles in shock, his mouth open but no words reaching his tongue.
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[personal profile] slayer_fray
Last night was...

...last night was just what Mel needed to work out some of her issues right now :-D?

Since coming back, she's been doing rounds of the farm with a determined eye, making lists of things that need doing, doing some of the more urgent things; maybe she's spoken to you about what you need to do, but it's possible she hasn't yet caught upon all the gossip.

Now, as Hana and Loo play together in the grass, she's sitting and staring comtemplatively at a car that once flew. Funny how, even though one may have a genius mechanic for a brother and live with still more, there are some things for which help still cannot be asked for.

Mel wants to make it work again, and she's not sure where to start.
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[personal profile] serinusniger
Anyone looking for a blonde martial artist would do well to look out in the training field, as there is one there busy knocking the stuffing out of a dummy, just because she can.

It would help if that person had been told to also look for fishnets, but Dinah still fulfills the 'blonde' criterion just fine.

Well, except for about half an inch. Her roots are showing.
[identity profile] cutest-copilot.livejournal.com
There is a little robot hanging around the Cooper farm.

No. No, not that one. That is a big robot.

This one's about the size, shape, and colour of a basketball. It's adorable as all hell and would be delighted to make your acquaintance.

Today, it is making its first foray into the Cooper house. People seem to congregate in the kitchen, so it hops up onto the table and swivels back to face the door.

Please do not mistake it for food.
[identity profile] highrisktrader.livejournal.com
They actually arrived back at the farm a while ago, in the middle of the night, with no fanfare. Since then, Katara has been soaking in the winter sunshine, running around blissfully, practicing her bending and hugging her friends and brother, and basically just having a wonderful time. Today she's sitting at the edge of the pond, feeding Spots and grinning enormously at everyone who comes near. Life is great! Especially when you haven't had it for ages!

Steph is still working in Smallville at the bar, and has been catching up on missed shifts for the past couple of days; this is the first afternoon she's had off since they got back, and she's down at the training area making good use of her workout time. At the moment, just bending and stretching and general maintaining-of-absurd-Battish-flexibility. Any suggestions that she is avoiding Babs, using physical activity to avoid thinking, will be ... avoided via physical activity.
[identity profile] selflesslight.livejournal.com
So you might have noticed there's a big ol' robot parked out back of the bunker at the Cooper farm. It's large and green and looks very battered.

Approach it, and one of two things happens.

Either you came during the day, and Val Bell is sitting on its head with a good book and a bowl of apples, or you came during the evening or night and it is apparently deserted. 'Apparently' being the key word.

What'll it be?
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[personal profile] theresnodoor
There's an interesting little group making their way toward the Cooper farm. It consists of three smallish dragons and what looks like an enormous ball of light.

No one's said much on the way back. For Rachel, it's out of frustration. They took it down and that's a victory, but they didn't get the father, the guy that started the whole thing, and that's making her tack it down as a failure.

But she'll mention that when they land.
[identity profile] no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com
Never too soon to start baby into the habit of exercising!

Granted, "exercising" here involves "being strapped to her chest while Mom jogs," but Ralph at least seems to be enjoying himself. The fact that Sonia's braid is a wonderful chew toy may help here.

Both are, of course, bundled up reasonably for the winter weather. It's almost like home!
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
For the past day or two, ever since he stopped by the Cooper farm and got his car fixed up, Neil has been driving aimlessly around Kansas and the surrounding area.

He's usually happy to stop for a chat. There really isn't that much to do around here except talk to strangers.
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
FlashBANG.

He was expecting that.

What he wasn't expecting, in order:

Gravity.

Sunlight.

A two-foot drop onto asphalt.

Shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the spots from his-- eye, Neil sits up. Then he winces, because bruised ribs are nobody's friend.

His blurred, flash-blinded vision tells him he's in some kind of parking lot. Everything looks beat up, run down, and old.

What the fuck?

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